I'm torn apart by you.
I can't decide even if I want to.
Do you ever try to understand?
I don't think so.
I'm just so torn apart.
Please, don't.
Just stop pressuring me.
I don't know how to behave
or what should I do.
This can't be.
Not anymore.
Please, I just want to be myself.
Please.
I don't know if I want you
to let me in,
or to let me go.
I'm so torn apart by you.
For too long, there's no time again.
I don't know if I have to be amazed,
or if you want me to be pleased.
I'm just torn apart by you.
But I chose to be here.
I'm choosing to be like this,
even
if it's subconsciously.
I'm just so torn apart by you,
I don't know how much
I can stand.
I was torn apart when it was found,
and today even more so.
Because I am
a highly sensitive person.
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